The Ultimate Gurus

I wrote this poem in VIII standard.... :) brings back memories...

When I first entered the school premises,
I saw all that what a child does not cherish,
Then suddenly, I met an angelic figure enhanced with grace & charm,
With nature so jovial and behaviour so warm.
She first held my hand & taught me ABC,
And made me a person I had to be.

That person who always brought me from darkness to light,
And who is responsible for my future so bright.
I want to ask that is who?
That is nobody else but you!

Then my school life really begun,
And on this pathway I was on a run,
I had to keep with the challenges & keep up with the pace,
And behind me to give boost, there was a person with an encouraging face.

A person who always gave a shoulder to cry,
And one who gave me confidence to get up & try.

Through flowers & thorns of life,
In each struggle helping me to strive.
You ask them a problem once,
They will tell you the answer twice.

A person with a divine touch & Godly hand,
A fairy carrying a magic wand.

Providing us with spirit & vigour,
And not even a tinge of rigour,
What is felt for them is an intoxicating passion,
Filled with startling, novel & innovative fashions.

A meeting with them is like horizon touching the ground, as it seems.
They are the ones who taught us to enliven our dreams.

Ones with sharp intellect & beauty,
Always right on time, right on duty.
A mother, a father is disguise,
A parent in the student’s eyes.

They tell us everything from far old to latest new,
And sure it is such people are really very few.

That person who always brought me from darkness to light,
And who is responsible for my future so bright.
I want to ask that is who?
That is nobody else but you!

Today with full gratitude, adoration & respect,
Perfect in every aspect,
The one that has all the above features,
I now disclose is nobody but a TEACHER,

A teacher in its real sense is a friend, a guardian, a guide,
A person in whom all the heavenly qualities abide!

Mixed Bag

Recently, I was asked in an interview to write a poem on-the-spot on the 'Interview' situation. So, here is what I penned down....

Mixed Bag

"Like a fruit basket with fruits of different tastes, shapes and             sizes.
A concoction of sweets and spices.

A mix of thoughts, experiences and diversity,
talking about challenges, achievements & adversity.

Hoping this pressure-cooker situation works well,
but who gets over-cooked or who gets nicely served...
only time will tell."

Peace Poem (John Denver)

I really like the Peace Poem by John Denver.
Read it for the first time when I was in 9th standard, but till date I love it.

I had used this poem in one of my extempores in Army School, Barrackpore.

A toast to the old times......

There's a name for war and killing,

There's a name for giving in,

When you know another answer,

For me, the name is sin.


But there is still time to turn around,

And make all hatred cease,

And give another name to living,

And we could call it peace.


And peace would be the road we walk,

Each step along the way

And peace would be the way we work

And peace the way we play.

And in all we see that's different

And in all the things we know,

Peace would be the way we look

And peace the way we grow.

There's a name for separation.

There's a name for first and last.

When it's all of us or nothing,

For me, that name is past.


But there still is time to turn around

And make all hatred cease

And give a name to all the future

And we could call it peace.


And if peace is what we pray for,

And peace is what we give,

Then peace will be the way we are

And peace the way we live.


Yes, there is still time to turn around

And make all hatred cease.

Let's give another name to living

And we can call it PEACE.